I Think I See Her, Please Let

Maybellene, Why Can't You Be True?

My Ding-a-ling, My Ding-a-ling, Won't You Play With My Ding-a-ling.

They're Drinkin' Home Brew From A Wooden Cup. The Folks Were Dancin' There Got All Shook Up.

All In All It Was My Intention To Hold Both The Black And The White Clientele By Voicing The Different Kinds Of Songs In Their Customary Tongues.

The Gateway To Freedom...was Somewhere Close To New Orleans Where Most Africans Were Sorted Through And Sold. I Had Driven Through New Orleans On Tour And I'd Been Told My Great Grandfather Had Lived Way Back Up In The Woods Among The Evergreens In A Log Cabin. I Revived The Era With A Song About A Coloured Boy Named Johnny B. Goode. My First Thought Was To Make His Life Follow As My Own Had Come Along, But I Thought It Would Seem Biased To White Fans To Say 'coloured Boy' And Changed It To 'country Boy'.